Guns and "Bad" Bars Storys

[semperfi71]

I went to a bar many years ago and the bouncer at the door asked me if I was carrying a weapon. When I said no,he asked: "Do you want one?"

f.t.

I quote "fat tom" from another thread I started ( http://smith-wessonforum.com/lounge/358131-school-marms-dont-like-no-guns-allowed-sign.html ) and it got me to thinking.

Who's got stories about guns-in-bars-watering holes-bordellos?

I, living a clean life ALL my life (okay, I never got caught) heard the following story from an older cousin.

"Tommy" had been in the Air Force in the 1950s and maybe early 60s. He said, "Me and three buddies, stationed in Mississippi, went to a backwoods, small town bar. It was early afternoon and we were about the only crowd in there. Then this one-armed guy came in, sat at the bar, pulled out a .45 Auto, jammed the magazine under the armpit of the missing arm, and started loading it. Then he slipped the loaded magazine back into the .45 and returned to his beer. So we quietly told this to the waitress the next time she came to our table."

She said..."Well hell! He might need that thing before the night is over!"

Tommy said, "We paid our bill and left right then and there!"

 

[bricker]

I used to hang out in that place, only it was in Dibble, Oklahoma!

 

[steveno]

I went into a bar and ordered a beer. once my eyes got adjusted to the darkness it looked like the fight had not started yet. it was a real quick beer and I got the hell out of there

 

[Brian41]

I went to a bar with a bad reputation only because it was nearby and my brother-in-law asked me to meet him there. We sat at a table and ordered our first beer and got to looking around and it looked ugly. Sure enough a fight broke out and everyone there was fighting except my BIL and I and we picked up our beers and stood next to a support post and watched our table be smashed. We decided it was go then or wait for the police to show and put our glasses on the floor and left.

Another time my truck had a dead battery so walked to the restaurant up the road and bought some smokes and decided to stop at another neighborhood bar for a beer. Sitting at the bar enjoying my beer there was a couple next to me sucking face but causing no problem either. Next I know some guy walks in and sucker punches the guy sucking face and he falls on the ground. Puncher walks out and someone looks out and says he's getting a shotgun out of his trunk and barkeep locks the heavy door keeping all of us locked inside. Bartender calls 911 as the banging on the door is getting pretty loud now. Sirens in the distance and everything else gets quiet and I get while the getting is good. Never went back to either bar thank you very much.

 

[turnerriver]

I lived in Huntsville, Alabama many years ago. I played harmonica back then and was always looking for places to play. I heard about a band that played in a bar down on the Tennessee river and drove out there one night to see if I could sit in. Being as it was twenty miles outside of town and unknown territory I took the Colt Government Model .45 instead of my usual Chiefs Special. The first thing I noticed upon entering was there was no door-just an opening, no way of ever closing the place. I hadn't been at the bar more than 10 minutes when red lights started whirling and the parking lot filled up with police cars. The guy next to me grunted "huh-they' early tonight." I finished my beer and left, never did get to hear the band.
Regards,
turnerriver

 

[The Big D]

Wrong location!

Get the location right, semperfi71; that bar is in Deming, New Mexico.

Do not recall the name of the establishment but scariest/craziest place in which I have ever had a beer.

Be safe.

...Then he slipped the loaded magazine back into the .45 and returned to his beer. So we quietly told this to the waitress the next time she came to our table."

She said..."Well hell! He might need that thing before the night is over!"

Tommy said, "We paid our bill and left right then and there!"

 

[lonejacklarry]

I have found that two important things will minimize the problems when you enter a strange bar:

1. Stay off the pool table
2. Stay off the local women

 

[pineappleshooter]

Used to be a bar called the Cactus Club outside Chester, WV, the fights were so bad they would spill out the door into the middle of route 30. Traffic would be blocked until the local constabulary showed up to the clear the road.

 

[cmort666]

A friend who was going to AOBC at Ft. Knox went to a bar in Shepherdsville, Kentucky with some friends, one afternoon after class. They walked into the pitch dark bar, and were surprised to see nobody else there. One of them tripped over something... which turned out to be a corpse lying on the floor. At the point, the bartender said, "I just called the cops. You might want to leave before they get here."

Another friend who went to AOBC at Knox told me that he was once also in a bar in Shepherdsville when an elderly man came in and ordered a beer. The old guy quietly sat at the bar drinking his beer when a young thug came in, already drunk and rowdy.

The kid zeroed in on the old man and started annoying him, demanding that he drink with him, said offer being declined. At that point the kid grabbed the man's sleeve, who brushed it off. The kid pulled a knife and advanced on the elderly man... who in a fluid motion pulled a 4" 29 and drilled him center of mass, killing him with one shot.

Another friend from college and the Army told me the story of a Sgt. Major in the 8th Infantry Division whose wife was carrying on an affair with an E-7(?). Adultery is a crime under the UCMJ, so the SGM went up and down the chain of command, seeking redress. He was roundly ignored.

One night the E-7 was drinking in the NCO club with some of his buddies when somebody walked up to their table and asked, "Are you SFC Dzugashvili?" When the E-7 replied, "Yes", the SGM shot him three times with his Ruger Security Six. He then went to phone, reported the killing to the MPs, returned to the table, and placed on it his revolver, three loaded rounds and three empty cases.

At the SGM's court martial, defense counsel asked him why he'd shot the E-7. He outlined the preceding events and the steps he'd taken to resolve the problem in accordance with the UCMJ. After each account of his request for assistance from the chain of command, his counsel asked, "And what action was taken on your behalf?" The answer in every case was "Nothing". Testimony from all those concerned confirmed that assessment. The board retired to render its judgment.

When they returned, they found the SGM guilty of murder... and sentenced him to... reduction in rank to E-6, and (I think) forfeiture of all pay and allowances for six months.

 

[Iggy]

Got a call one night that the lone local PD officer needed help at a bar in a one horse town where the horse died in the 40's.

I walked into the place and into the face of a twice barreled double shoot gun aimed in my face by the bar tender. He yelled "Freeze you M**F**!
I did as I was told.
He then said "Drop that pool cue or I'll drop you!!"

That's when I saw the guy behind me. There had been a pretty good squabble goin' on, but that shotgun brought things to a pretty quick halt.

I gathered up the city cop while the bartender covered us, and we got the hell outta there.

We got even later....

 

[Alpo]

The father of a friend of my daughter's invited me to go to the bar, and my wife insisted I go. "You need to get out more".

I discover, once I get there, that all he wanted was a ride to the bar. He went over ad started getting drunk with his friends.

This was a NAVY bar, and a couple of Marines came in, and he went and tried to start a fight with 'em. When they would not fight, he went back to his drunk buddies. I went over to one of the Marines and said, "Thank you."


He says, "For what?"

I said, "I came with that jerk, and if he had SUCCEEDED in starting a fight with y'all, by barroom etiquette, I woulda had to join in, and y'all woulda killed us. So thank you, for not letting him force you into a fight."

He said, "If I got in a fight in a bar, and got kicked out of Dive School, my Gunny would kill ME. That guy coulda spit in my face, and I'da just wiped it off and ignored him."

I never went to the bar with Larry again, although he asked me several times.

 

[Comrad]

When I was young and stupid bar fights were frequent and fun and we all drank when it was over. Now that I'm not young I understand bar fights don't end so well anymore. Glad I came up when I did, we had a lot more fun without killing each other.

 

[Texas Star]

When I was stationed in Denver, there were some bad bars frequented by fellow airmen. They also tended to check ID a lot in them, and I was under 21.

When I wanted a drink, I wore a suit (had just one, but it was pretty nice) and drank with dinner at Trader Vic's and in a couple of other upscale restaurants. I was never checked and never saw a fight.

I still have a drinking glass that looks like a green plastic Remington 12 ga. shell. The "brass" base is actually gold plated. It's much larger than a real shell, of course. Trader Vic's sold them in their gift shop and served a rum punch in them. I read much later that the firm that made them also supplied much of the glassware used in the Kennedy White House. They're out of business now, and the shell glass is quite collectible, although I don't know the current value. I hope to leave mine as a family heirloom. My daughter will perhaps put it in my late mother's secretary, which she inherited.

I guess that's my best bar story. But I've never hung out in cheap bars. I did drink at one Denver bar that served a good stew. Again, I was in a suit and many customers were businessmen, not rednecks spoiling for a fight. One bum did stop me on the sidewalk near the bar one night and tried to start a conversation. I think he was going to ask for money and maybe threaten me to get it. He asked what I did for a living. I told him truthfully enough that I was in federal law enforcement, and he found somewhere else to be, in a hurry. (I was an Air Force cop.)

It's illegal to carry a gun in a true bar here and if lowlifes are involved in a shooting or a cutting, the cops tend to think that all involved are trash. I stay out of places like that.

 

[Iggy]

Texas Star,
Did you ever see the Vic squads in Denver?

Bronco rejects given helmets and badges.
All they did was respond to bar fights.

4 in a car. When they got out the car raised up about 6 inches.

Those fellers had scabs on their knuckles from draggin' on the sidewalks on the way into the bars.
There's a feller on this here forum that kinda reminds me of them.

http://smith-wessonforum.com/avatars/110302-handejector.html?dateline=1301681953

 

[bgrone]

Bad company

The father of a friend of my daughter's invited me to go to the bar, and my wife insisted I go. "You need to get out more".

I discover, once I get there, that all he wanted was a ride to the bar. He went over ad started getting drunk with his friends.

This was a NAVY bar, and a couple of Marines came in, and he went and tried to start a fight with 'em. When they would not fight, he went back to his drunk buddies. I went over to one of the Marines and said, "Thank you."


He says, "For what?"

I said, "I came with that jerk, and if he had SUCCEEDED in starting a fight with y'all, by barroom etiquette, I woulda had to join in, and y'all woulda killed us. So thank you, for not letting him force you into a fight."

He said, "If I got in a fight in a bar, and got kicked out of Dive School, my Gunny would kill ME. That guy coulda spit in my face, and I'da just wiped it off and ignored him."

I never went to the bar with Larry again, although he asked me several times.

Some people.....ya jus' cant take em anywheres

In my drinking days I frequented some rowdy bars and hung around with some rowdy sorts but not both at the same time.

Now I do neither, life is much simpler

Jim in Iowa

 

[chud333]

There's a well known bar close to me down in southern
Indiana called the LongBranch.
Well, it's called a bar but really is a gun and knife club.
You don't go in there unless you are a local.
Kinda' like the Bermuda Triangle. You go in and are never
again seen.
I prefer the establishments where the drunks are happy.


Chuck

 

[Texas Star]

Texas Star,
Did you ever see the Vic squads in Denver?

Bronco rejects given helmets and badges.
All they did was respond to bar fights.

4 in a car. When they got out the car raised up about 6 inches.

Those fellers had scabs on their knuckles from draggin' on the sidewalks on the way into the bars.
There's a feller on this here forum that kinda reminds me of them.

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Iggy-

Nope. Never heard of them, although I did associate some with civilian police in both Denver and in suburban Aurora.

Back then, the Denver police were not known for being honest cops and several had been convicted of burglaries while on duty! There was a joke going around that a business owner called in a complaint about a prowler. The desk sgt. just said, "Well, get his badge number, and we'll pick him up at roll call in the morning!"

I stayed off of Larimer Street. Those drunk patrols may have been more evident there. I didn't get drunk and was drinking with meals at Trader Vic's and in hotels and in one or two upscale gentleman's bars.

Other than that, when I went downtown, I frequented the library and a used book store and some gun stores. Fishing tackle, too, at the stores.

I guess I was lucky, as I didn't even get into bar fights at the clubs on base. I was usually off duty or working a gate or the Air Intelligence School or the Nuclear Weapons School when our guys got calls about bar fights.

 

[ACORN]

My car broke down on a lonely two lane highway one night so I walked to a bar in the distance and called the AAA. After a little while my eyes got accustomed to the very dim interior lighting and over in one corner I see two guy sitting in a booth sucking face. Across the room there are two women doing the same. Then I see two guys heading to the bathroom holding hands. So I said to the guy I was dancing with "Hey what kind of bar is this?"

 

[Texas Star]

Iggy-

I do have one knuckle-dragger story.

When I was a college sophomore, I took an anthropology class. One day, the professor was showing us how a gorillla "knuckle walks" when a student messenger came in with a note for him. He must have looked pretty silly, moving that way.

 

[Arik]

I've been going to bars since I was 21. Now 34. Have yet to get into an altercation or draw my sidearm or do anything aggressive

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